This is a song about "Report finds babies"

If she ever finds out i'll be in a lot of shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Suspicious babies in britches

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Lights please, lights please

Cause i don't need no babies.

But low and behold she finds you endearing,

She say she love me more than anything

Now everyone finds the change

Said her hearts, in a cage