This is a song about "Love and 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

And more than confident

How could you love her and

And realized that life's a bitch, and that gives you no love

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

When she sees me she might have babies

Five shots she ready to leave

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Cause i don't need no babies.

Right flows down and they might go nice

And theres no one showin me love

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform