This is a song about "Babies"

Right flows down and they might go nice

I'm killing off,all the babies

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I don't really want no babies,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

We can make more, make babies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies