This is a song about "Your babe"

And of course, my car's off course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Your on fire.. your on fire

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Well rick james, maury jane

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And i am real

Babe theres nothing here

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Well babe i've never felt this way

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

Its cold as shit in this booth