This is a song about "Beating babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

About disaster in the world and

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

I can hear your heart over beating

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

About the way i'm feeling

I'm everything that they call nice

I don't really want no babies,