This is a song about "Baby dicks"

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

So take the stage just show me what you got

But make sure if they do see

Hold up i'm your baby.

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Then i stabbed in their dicks

The jiggas and the tips

That's like saying one condom fits all different sized dicks.

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks