This is a song about "Babies with objects in their mouths"

Of objects in the distance going round and round

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

They are burning up worried sick with tears in their eyes.

Then i did some spanks with my four objects called planks

We getting money, you can face the facts

That scary love, never get married love

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Up in the sky, on a gulf stream tour

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,