This is a song about "Fuck you baby"

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

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

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

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

You tried to fight it, cried like a sulking baby.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And you know i love you baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Cause when i make this stew

Baby you know i love you

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl