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

Who take those words right out their mouths and you spin it

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Suspicious babies in britches

See boy she been in love

Showered in your objects you don't know about the projects

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends