This is a song about "Baby laden"

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

I got to be your baby

These niggas is lazy

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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