This is a song about "Punching babies"

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

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

I'm why baby mamas leave

When she sees me she might have babies

Inferior, but i'm nice

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Because i'll eat yo babies

But in the meantime it's lights please

We're lookin out for your babies mama

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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