This is a song about "Baby baby baby"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

And you know i love you baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm still just a baby

Parents treat me like a baby

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Do you think i'm crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

And my kick game beyond crazy

Rollin' with my baby