This is a song about "My baby frankie"

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

I take care of everything like it was my newborn baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

In my brain, but at least baby girl's not in pain.

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

(dream come true x3) cause baby baby your my ( dream come true x3)

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I could once again call her my baby/

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

So baby let me get my dick out