This is a song about "Baby bop"

I’m tryna be low key

I'm still just a baby

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Rose cases, we pop daily

Well you gotta know baby

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

And make ya head plop, bop, and stop cause we the rawest around

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,