This is a song about "Yound and pregnant"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And once i'm dead and gone

And we don't know no right from wrong

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

He's pregnant with wealth as his fetal but more hesitation could turn lethal

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,