This is a song about "Dying babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Not likely like stay long please

Handicapping amass babies

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Im living every second that im dying

Inside it feels like im dying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

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/

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I was born to do the damn thing

And dying every second im living

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room