This is a song about "Report finds babies"

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

When she sees me she might have babies

That'll do anything that i please

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Kid finds it funny, just cause i'm a homo man

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

But forget the star’s report card dog, so what its shit,

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

But low and behold she finds you endearing,

Now everyone finds the change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies