This is a song about "Baby oprah"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Hold up i'm your baby.

But make sure if they do see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

And i know love me baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

I'm still just a baby

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

I've been confused, out of my mind lately