This is a song about "Baby mammas"

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And you know i love you baby

Rose cases, we pop daily

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Parents treat me like a baby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Well you gotta know baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree