This is a song about "My bebey"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

These my rhymes and my story

But make sure if they do see

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And everybody's having sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets