This is a song about "Slamming babies"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Suspicious babies in britches

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats