This is a song about "Having sex with dead babies"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

On my back boy, holla back boy

Go play with your sex toy

You dead sleeping with them fishes

We don't ever make love

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Having to put up with bullshit all day long