This is a song about "Making babies"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

My nigga, its all love

Suspicious babies in britches

Got her going down, no teeth

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace