This is a song about "Cry babies"

We can make more, make babies

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And they still make me cry,

All you niggas die

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Thought this was forever love

Suspicious babies in britches

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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