This is a song about "Greenwood money baby"

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

Must be something you want me to see

Well you gotta know baby

I was wondering maybe

And niggas flashing crazy

U gotta sin baby!

Parents treat me like a baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

'cus the space of gaming's expanding baby

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,