This is a song about "Punching babies"

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened