This is a song about "Baby mamas"

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i know love me baby

I’m tryna be low key

Parents treat me like a baby

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

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

Rose cases, we pop daily

Rollin' with my baby

One parent above, the other live scared

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

So while the world goes drake crazy

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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