This is a song about "Baby laden"

I was wondering maybe

Parents treat me like a baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Rollin' with my baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

As many grains of salt as bacon

And i know love me baby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see