This is a song about "Chamod s babies"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

As much as i wanna leave

I don't really want no babies,

S queezys very bold

Is a space that now you hold

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

I'm killing off,all the babies

I give bitches dick and leave

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave