This is a song about "Report finds babies"

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Because i'll eat yo babies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Chorus:now everyone finds the change

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

A rabid beast who's ravaging the beat and finds it ravishing

Here i go again, falling in love

Suspicious babies in britches

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.