This is a song about "I leave you my baby"

I don't know why don't you ask him baby

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Hopin' that my niggas see

And you know i love you baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

And you know i love you baby

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I asked you out and you said "yes baby"