This is a song about "Baby oprah"

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i know love me baby

Well you gotta know baby

I’m tryna be low key

Still i'm treating women right, i never had to watch oprah much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And you know i love you baby

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Chocolate dripping on your body baby