This is a song about "Baby got back"

More crazy than an eighty year old lady, who just made a baby in back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Got back to the business of why

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Or knowing that my homies got my back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

On they twitter writing novels, see

I got to be your baby

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Without you i ain't got no baby ruth

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

No turning back now/ got my team on my back now

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

Can't win with a passive attack

Ain't got no room in the back