This is a song about "Having babies"

Gotta go, let her leave

I don't really want no babies,

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

I'm killing off,all the babies

And i know - there'll never be peace

Or just stop having fun

I wonder so often

Having some prosperity

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Instead having a bad addiction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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