This is a song about "Shit she s pregnant"

The next day you is everybody target

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Bet i'm heavy with that

She crazy, that stalker shit

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

If she ever finds out i'll be in a lot of shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She said "oh shit! i ain't mean to call you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

If you feel it, it must be real just

Almost got some girl pregnant