This is a song about "Baby hands"

And niggas flashing crazy

Parents treat me like a baby

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

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

Hold up i'm your baby.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

B.o.b, got the world in my hands/

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

I got to be your baby

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I welcome with my hands,

I'm still just a baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Ive been rollin with my hands

I'm popping rubber bands