This is a song about "Baby face"

Well you gotta know baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

I could once again call her my baby/

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Give me the key, give it baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady