This is a song about "Miss ya baby"

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Swiftly, now don't look back ya might start to miss me

Hold up i'm your baby.

I swear they think i'm crazy

Baby got back, shows where ya lack of flow lands ya, right in the back.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

And i know love me baby

I was wondering maybe

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

Fuck your girl baby momma and ya mom in the same night

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately