This is a song about "Dying babies"

Gangstas dying from day to day

And i can't even look the other way

Five shots she ready to leave

Handicapping amass babies

Hate it when i leave

Because i'll eat yo babies

And getting money is the song i sing

And dying every second im living

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

I say "stay", she wanna leave

When she sees me she might have babies

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies