This is a song about "Killer babies"

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Handicapping amass babies

Gotta go, let her leave

She ain't know i was a killer

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Suspicious babies in britches

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I have no killer degree, cause

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her