This is a song about "Killer babies"

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

She can make a pimp fall in love

Suspicious babies in britches

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

And then along came the wrong man for her