This is a song about "Rubbers"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

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

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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