This is a song about "The children sleeping emma go outside and babies crying told alive"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

And flies out the building door, now there's cops outside,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

They loved the sight

But what's on the outside?

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I'm killing off,all the babies

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

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

I looked outside and saw the red and blue

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

I'll never forget, never forget the night

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside