This is a song about "Makin babies"

Makin me scream profanity

Where you belong with your family

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

When she sees me she might have babies

I'm why baby mommas leave

But you hate them navel kisses

Suspicious babies in britches

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

And i know - there'll never be peace