This is a song about "Illegitimate babies"

I'm why baby mamas leave

Because i'll eat yo babies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

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

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

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

When she sees me she might have babies

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room