This is a song about "Baby"

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

'cus the space of gaming's expanding baby

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

U gotta sin baby!

Or you'll drive me crazy

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I could once again call her my baby/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Must be something you want me to see

Parents treat me like a baby

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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