This is a song about "Baby why"

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Well you gotta know baby

What them tippers don't see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rollin' with my baby

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got to be your baby

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Or you'll drive me crazy

I'm still just a baby

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

I was wondering maybe