This is a song about "Killer babies"

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies