This is a song about "Cars and babies"

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Handicapping amass babies

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds