This is a song about "My baby sam"

Baby you got my heart feelin constricted

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

My doctor wouldn't believe i was a baby

I made her my baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Get in the mood on blacc friday

That's just where my baby stay

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

I take care of everything like it was my newborn baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see