This is a song about "Having babies"

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

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

I'm everything that they call nice

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Handicapping amass babies

But in the meantime it's lights please

I'm wale, the prescription

Instead having a bad addiction

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

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

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Cause i don't need no babies.

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