This is a song about "Baby mamas"

I got to be your baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

U gotta sin baby!

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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