This is a song about "Lost babies"

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Because i'll eat yo babies

So if you wanna leave

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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