This is a song about "Slamming babies"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Limited i'm babyit's young money hadeshome of the mic rabies

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I don't really want no babies,

I'm everything that they call nice

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace