This is a song about "Killing babies"

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

My divine itching and shrine killing

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Is it this black mercedes

Cause i don't need no babies.

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Suspicious babies in britches

Trying to get back to this thing called love