This is a song about "Baby bash"

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I got to be your baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

I'll bash your brains in and watch your skull shatter

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

In a religion that preaches love, it's okay to bash anything that's not heterosexuality.

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that