This is a song about "Baby killer natasha"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Rollin' with my baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

I was wondering maybe

I swear they think i'm crazy

And i know love me baby

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

But is you trynna be dinner

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker