This is a song about "Baby killers"

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And i know love me baby

What them tippers don't see