This is a song about "Baby mammas"

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I could once again call her my baby/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Well you gotta know baby

But i think i like that, just maybe

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

Parents treat me like a baby

On they twitter writing novels, see

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

Well you gotta know baby

You a lady boss, now you fly free