This is a song about "Baby being carried"

Get carried away in a body bag

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

Rollin' with my baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Please boo what's your size crazy