This is a song about "Baby jay"

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

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

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Cause its eminem, jay z, then me

Third ward general, young cash money

And niggas flashing crazy

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

Please boo what's your size crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay