This is a song about "My baby girl cute weed blunts"

Look baby girl you better act accordingly

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

My eyes all red nigga, i'm spendin' all of my dope blunts//

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

This girl at seven eleven is fucken cute

Is it because your girl said im so cute

Banging out niggas with attitude

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Real light jab to opponents

And roll all my own blunts