This is a song about "Shooting babies with guns"

Handicapping amass babies

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I'm everything that they call nice

I'm killing off,all the babies

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

As much as i wanna leave

Cause i don't need no babies.

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"