This is a song about "Harlequin babies"

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I'm killing off,all the babies

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Five shots she ready to leave

When she sees me she might have babies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law