This is a song about "Mothers baby girl who died and flew to heav"

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Cause all deeze freeky hoz want you to make them mothers,

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

But i do quite well with all the bait

Fuck a girl who doesn't want to appreciate

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Promise to you baby girl, my feelings stayin this way.

And im sure, that flew over your head/

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet