This is a song about "Baby mammas"

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And i know love me baby

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

And i know love me baby

What them tippers don't see

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

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby