This is a song about "Baby docs"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

I could once again call her my baby/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Well you gotta know baby

I’m tryna be low key

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

And you know i love you baby