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

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Make a freak whore, detour

Niggas with dirty mouths, you need some listerine.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

And panned out, i'm all in love

Suspicious babies in britches

You can end this verse premature

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,