This is a song about "Houston baby"

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you know i love you baby

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

So while the world goes drake crazy

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