This is a song about "Little babies"

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

So if you wanna leave

Cause i don't need no babies.

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

I don't really want no babies,

Gotta go, let her leave

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree