This is a song about "Hot baby"

Living if she is or not

Cause i'm always served hot

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And i know love me baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

I got to be your baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop