This is a song about "July baby"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And you know i love you baby

And niggas flashing crazy

U gotta sin baby!

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

And i know love me baby

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I'm still just a baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Hold up i'm your baby.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I could once again call her my baby/

Well you gotta know baby

You a lady boss, now you fly free