This is a song about "Eating babies"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Because i'll eat yo babies

I'm why baby mamas leave

I don't really want no babies,

That'll do anything that i please

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Something worth dying for

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I'm killing off,all the babies

And i know - there'll never be peace