This is a song about "Baby laden"

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Or you'll drive me crazy

Parents treat me like a baby

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I got to be your baby

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

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

Well you gotta know baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free