This is a song about "Rich baby money"

Rack rack city bitch

Thats it we getting rich

I'm still just a baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

Hold up i'm your baby.

I’m tryna be low key

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

Well, you better be rich

Throw d's on that bitch

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Parents treat me like a baby