This is a song about "Baby mammas"

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Please boo what's your size crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm still just a baby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl