This is a song about "Microwave babies"

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I just told them you looked at that reflective microwave

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I don't really want no babies,

Right flows down and they might go nice

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys