This is a song about "Baby twins"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

So while the world goes drake crazy

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i know love me baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

I'm still just a baby

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby