This is a song about "Baby fathers"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

5 fathers of rap n.w.a should teach you how to rap.nasty little spittle.

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Let me see you work it out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again