This is a song about "Baby shows"

Shows over, wheres the curtain

On the bible you can run

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

How would all you motherfuckers feel if you were signed to shows?

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

"hello" beckons from my mouth but rarely shows/

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Who shows her face no more

Army stance, ready for war

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Sittin here dreamin bout spittin at my own shows