This is a song about "Your babies"

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Cause i don't need no babies.

Suspicious babies in britches

Scholarship for my mistress

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

Not likely like stay long please