This is a song about "Baby niggers"

Rose cases, we pop daily

Well you gotta know baby

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I'm still just a baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

In private, not public in the streets

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I got to be your baby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Put burners in the hands, of the black man