This is a song about "Baby nutter"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Well you gotta know baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter

And i know love me baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Let me rideuntil i get free

I got to be your baby