This is a song about "Baby black boy"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

Rollin' with my baby

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Hold up i'm your baby.

They say nothings ever free

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

But five years from now i bet she see

Well you gotta know baby

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

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