This is a song about "Baby yor my number on"

On toys for my baby princess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Number eight, you're so stuck on all these fuckin debates

I could once again call her my baby/

And my kick game beyond crazy

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

So what if this hurt you, on my daddy baby and thats me

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul