This is a song about "Harlequin babies"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

I'm killing off,all the babies

I'm sharper than shark teeth

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Suspicious babies in britches

When she sees me she might have babies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

So if you wanna leave

Because i'll eat yo babies

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//