This is a song about "Baby shows"

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Instantaneously his shows are lusted

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Ain't no women at the shows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

A young one that shows bravery i see

I think that she knows

Ain't no women at the shows