This is a song about "Houston baby"

I’m tryna be low key

And i know love me baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I could once again call her my baby/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

Well you gotta know baby

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

So while the world goes drake crazy

I got to be your baby