This is a song about "Baby mamas"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Rollin' with my baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

I'm still just a baby

I was wondering maybe

Well you gotta know baby

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas baby

And you know i love you baby

So while the world goes drake crazy