This is a song about "Baby bop"

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Yeah, you feelin' me, more than a hot bop in a wet dream you wish was reality.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

And you know i love you baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Rollin' with my baby

Cause i break it out a lot

Bout that green like baby bop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Rose cases, we pop daily

Hold up i'm your baby.