This is a song about "Kidnapping infants"

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

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Smashin giant mcs to the size of infants

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Chew on this infants head til its fully devoured

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs