This is a song about "Binky boo my baby"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Baby im on my other shit,

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Put my trust in my god

Cause baby you're my rock

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I remember calling you my boo/

So baby let me get my dick out

I've got nothin' to worry about