This is a song about "Cry baby"

I got stacks all in my charm

Well go cry to your mom

When i held you i used to cry

Damn is your mattress dry

Scenes make a grown man cry

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

I'm still just a baby

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

But i think i like that, just maybe

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rollin' with my baby

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

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

And then i break down and cry