This is a song about "Baby pigeons"

Well you gotta know baby

Do you think i'm crazy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

And i know love me baby

What them tippers don't see

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

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

I got to be your baby

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

But make sure if they do see

And i know love me baby