This is a song about "Baby ghetto"

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

Rose cases, we pop daily

I got to be your baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Low income no bills getting paid

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

And all women who had light features, see

And niggas flashing crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

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

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