This is a song about "Baby i"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

And you know i love you baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I made her my baby mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I got to be your baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

I been different since a lil baby.

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

But respect is more real, and ambition the key