This is a song about "When you cook that baby imma buy you a mercedes"

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

Happiness is something that you can't buy and thats why

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I could buy you a bracelet but you won't take it

You're very attractive, and notice that

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But baby when i tell you this trust me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You tried to fight it, cried like a sulking baby.

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately