This is a song about "Making babies"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

We're lookin out for your babies mama

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Cause there'll never be peace

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Five shots she ready to leave

I'm killing off,all the babies