This is a song about "Mandy jones hey baby"

Parents treat me like a baby

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

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

Rose cases, we pop daily

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

I’m tryna be low key

Hold up i'm your baby.

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hey baby, you make shady, maybe you can help me.

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see