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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I drive a mercedes

If i had the money dog, id probably buy you a pony

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

You say he love you but baby were that ring at?

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Im that influential product you buy i have everything a girl wants in a guy