This is a song about "Baby niggers"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Parents treat me like a baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm still just a baby

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

So here i am at the store for some chips

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

But make sure if they do see

Hold up i'm your baby.

But five years from now i bet she see

And i know love me baby

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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