This is a song about "Kidnapping infants"

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Chew on this infants head til its fully devoured

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love