This is a song about "Baby dont leave"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hold up i'm your baby.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I got to be your baby

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Well you gotta know baby

Leave his soul empty through entry, so dont tempt me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

And niggas flashing crazy

I got to be your baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

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