This is a song about "Baby mammas"

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

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

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

And i know love me baby

On they twitter writing novels, see

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Please boo what's your size crazy

Rollin' with my baby

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

'cus the space of gaming's expanding baby