This is a song about "Big baby"

Look it something they can't ever see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

And i know love me baby

But make sure if they do see

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

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

I just want somebody i can see

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

So while the world goes drake crazy

Parents treat me like a baby

Big tits and a big ass

Gotta make that cash