This is a song about "Baby fathers"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i know love me baby

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

I swear they think i'm crazy

Tryna be some mobsters

And their mothers and fathers

Or is there six different fathers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

Well you gotta know baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive