This is a song about "Slamming babies"

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Try to adjust as you constantly fuss like babies teething

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

I fuck ladies they all want my babies so they pay me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies