This is a song about "Baby shows"

The chart's flow has grabbed those rap nodes, and once that shows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Getting so fucking wasted you don't show up to shows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

Baby got back, shows where ya lack of flow lands ya, right in the back.

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

A young one that shows bravery i see

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

One moment he shows signs of being mature