This is a song about "My baby on the low"

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

On toys for my baby princess

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

I tell em ain't shit changed like the diapers on ya baby

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

On a low note who knows the path to fame,

I'll never call you bitch again

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa