This is a song about "Talk to me baby"

And i know love me baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

Baby girl it's kinda hard for me to explain,

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Now let me talk to you son,

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If a bitch even started to talk to me

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

If they saw this shit they'd probably try to talk to me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate