This is a song about "Hold you baby"

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

And you know i love you baby

// [you can hold all the cards]

I got these tats all on my arms

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

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

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

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Without you here for me to hold

Well you gotta know baby

Do you think i'm crazy

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

And you know i love you baby

Well you gotta know baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free