This is a song about "Harlequin babies"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'm killing off,all the babies