This is a song about "I am to pretty to be your sidchick"

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Just who am i to be living life so good?

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

I believe i am to blame

I am a broken fragment if who i used to be.

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I got to be your baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

On they twitter writing novels, see

I got to be your baby