This is a song about "Birth control"

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

For sure, you were made special at birth.

I've become immune to you no name haters

Got their cannons, landed and planted causing havoc, to this birth

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Just a new system of control.

Open up your contacts then scroll

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Look out below, there is no inventory control

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

His d*** is smaller than a birth control device,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

And control this shit yourself dog.

And i listen to thought