This is a song about "Making babies"

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

That'll do anything that i please

When she sees me she might have babies

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

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

Steal your love with ease

Because i'll eat yo babies

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them