This is a song about "Baby pigeons"

And niggas flashing crazy

Parents treat me like a baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

I got to be your baby

But five years from now i bet she see

I got to be your baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

Well you gotta know baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions