This is a song about "Baby at 15"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

They're both seen as incompetent with their baby mothers,

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

No more worrying at all, baby i just wanna live

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby