This is a song about "December baby"

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I was wondering maybe

And i know love me baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

I got to be your baby

Rollin' with my baby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Your heart is as cold as the middle of december

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Bullets raining like it december

But i think i like that, just maybe

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free