This is a song about "My baby boy"

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Baby im on my other shit,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

Pushing my screaming boy into it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

I made her my baby mama

My all gold rolly or the

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I could once again call her my baby/

On toys for my baby princess

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress