This is a song about "Making babies"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I'm killing off,all the babies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Don't want to be the king

While im in the making

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and