This is a song about "Baby"

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

And all women who had light features, see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

But five years from now i bet she see

U gotta sin baby!

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rollin' with my baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I could once again call her my baby/