This is a song about "Baby mommas"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Well you gotta know baby

So while the world goes drake crazy

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

I was wondering maybe

U gotta sin baby!

But i think i like that, just maybe

Well you gotta know baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time