This is a song about "Dying babies"

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

So if you wanna leave

I'm killing off,all the babies

Got her going down, no teeth

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Suspicious babies in britches

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees