This is a song about "Mula baby"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

They say nothings ever free

I got to be your baby

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Cause after this song the mula gonna be coming in faster than

I was wondering maybe

I'm still just a baby

I could once again call her my baby/

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

Well you gotta know baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

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