This is a song about "Baby listen"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

So go on, amplify and listen,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

So now she picks up the gun

I just want someone to listen

Hold up i'm your baby.

Rose cases, we pop daily

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

Or you'll drive me crazy

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Everyone's always screaming, i don't listen

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see