This is a song about "Baby"

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hold up i'm your baby.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

I'm still just a baby

I was wondering maybe

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

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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

Must be something you want me to see

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

U gotta sin baby!

What them tippers don't see

I got to be your baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady