This is a song about "Killer babies"

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

And you know i paint that picture

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

They vaguely decipher my language

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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