This is a song about "Dying babies"

Suspicious babies in britches

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

I was gonna write you a poem today

Gangstas dying from day to day

As much as i wanna leave

I don't really want no babies,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

After all the times i preferred dying.

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Right flows down and they might go nice

Handicapping amass babies