This is a song about "Little babies"

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

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

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

I'm everything that they call nice

I don't really want no babies,

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy