This is a song about "Being a baby"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby

And all women who had light features, see

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Tell him to kill a baby toddler,

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,