This is a song about "Baby mom"

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Hold up i'm your baby.

And niggas flashing crazy

I got to be your baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

My mom gave me two selections

I never fit in with them light skins

I was wondering maybe

Well you gotta know baby

Well you gotta know baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy