This is a song about "To pretty to be your sidchick"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

So while the world goes drake crazy

I got to be your baby

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I got to be your baby

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Or try to be your converter too

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy