This is a song about "Baby mommas"

It's obvious i'm crazy

Rollin' with my baby

So while the world goes drake crazy

Well you gotta know baby

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

What them tippers don't see

I'm still just a baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

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

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

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

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee