This is a song about "Houston baby"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

I got to be your baby

I’m tryna be low key

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

I could once again call her my baby/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you know i love you baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Rollin' with my baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Well you gotta know baby

Look it something they can't ever see

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