This is a song about "Baby momma"

What them tippers don't see

Well you gotta know baby

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I got to be your baby

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Lucky seven probably poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

One day my momma told me

Plottin' don’t even worry

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada