This is a song about "Making babies"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Suspicious babies in britches

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

When she sees me she might have babies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Handicapping amass babies

But in the meantime it's lights please

Hate it when i leave

Cause i don't need no babies.