This is a song about "Gold digger baby mama"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But like the diamonds and gold

I made her my baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Now he calling me baby mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Are almost as old as yo mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa