This is a song about "Baby laden"

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

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I got to be your baby

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Well you gotta know baby

These niggas is lazy

U gotta sin baby!

What them tippers don't see