This is a song about "Rubbers"

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

You products of burst rubbers, mothers ain't around to feed you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse