This is a song about "Baby girl"

Hold up i'm your baby.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And i know love me baby

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

It's obvious i'm crazy

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

I got to be your baby

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

Rollin' with my baby

And niggas flashing crazy

Baby girl it's kinda hard for me to explain,

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame