This is a song about "Baby goats"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Well you gotta know baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

U gotta sin baby!

I swear they think i'm crazy

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby