This is a song about "Baby"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Parents treat me like a baby

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

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I could once again call her my baby/

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

I just want somebody i can see

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

These niggas is lazy

I got to be your baby