This is a song about "Rubbers"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

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

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years