This is a song about "Baby mama hannah"

But dont go in raw

I thought mama taught ya,

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Mama hides me in the basement

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Pushing in my mama van

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Parents treat me like a baby

Rose cases, we pop daily

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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