This is a song about "Dead babies"

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

When she sees me she might have babies

I can tell you that this tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace