This is a song about "I m sorry baby girl"

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

I'm scared u gonna say goodbye. i just want to say i'm sorry baby,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Look baby girl you better act accordingly

Baby girl got the best of me,

But make sure if they do see

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

And i know love me baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

I gotta tell you that my love is true

But girl i'm in college, baby i can't see you.

Can barely walk the city streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds