This is a song about "Baby twins"

And you know i love you baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

My garage full of cars that bounce

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

I'm still just a baby

Please boo what's your size crazy

Well you gotta know baby

And niggas flashing crazy