This is a song about "Fucking babies"

Time after time, again and again

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

Handicapping amass babies

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I don't really want no babies,

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees