This is a song about "Baby to daddy"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I love you baby, daddys gotta go, it's time for daddy to go to rest

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

I got to be your baby

On they twitter writing novels, see

Tell him to kill a baby toddler,

Said when i do dirt wit her

I got to be your baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

But baby i was man enough to tie the knot

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed