This is a song about "Babys"

Look, need to call it quits

I wanna feed my babys kids

That was 9 months ago now im the lil babys daddy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

No new babys to be born into the world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table