This is a song about "Baker mox and eric"

Yeah, ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Taker kicked out twice at 2 and a half, so did baker

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Man this life is but a dream

They laugh and scream and leap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron