This is a song about "Baby z"

Hold up i'm your baby.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Aint jay z, but show me what ya got

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Parents treat me like a baby

Rose cases, we pop daily