This is a song about "Baby on"

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Baby mammas on the corner—little mouths to feed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free