This is a song about "July baby"

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm still just a baby

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

And i know love me baby

Do you think i'm crazy

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

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

I could once again call her my baby/

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy