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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I could once again call her my baby/

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

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

I asked you out and you said "yes baby"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Revelations say you either fry or fly

On my ride on the bills baby i

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Don't know if i could live with out you cause baby you my

Baby your my dream come true i really want

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Baby your my dream come true i really want