This is a song about "Little babies"

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

When she sees me she might have babies

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Handicapping amass babies

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

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

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

Sun is shinin as im makin babies