This is a song about "Bragging about my baby"

This crazy lady, call her my baby

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

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

To be alive with a grand baby who's about five

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

About something to remember, even though my baby girls not here.

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady