This is a song about "Baby mama"

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I don't want it on my back

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Texting my mama current self

I can taste the salt from my tears

Hold up i'm your baby.

Rose cases, we pop daily

Parents treat me like a baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

Would never hit my mama,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Trying to stay above water, that's why we shun the navy

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