This is a song about "Eating babies"

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Suspicious babies in britches

No rations or resources for eating//

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Because i'll eat yo babies

Gotta go, let her leave