This is a song about "Treadmill"

I'm still just a baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Yellow diamonds in my ear

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Spin the wheel and i'll make you squeal as your feeling's peel

You get fucked up, cause you don't know what fitness is about

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I got to be your baby

I’m tryna be low key