This is a song about "Gold digger baby mama"

You aint no grave digger, now drop the gun 'n stop fuckin with her/

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

But like the diamonds and gold

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Texting my mama current self

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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