This is a song about "Dead baby"

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Well you gotta know baby

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

I respect that you don't know yet

It's obvious i'm crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Im trying to see her in bed

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And i know love me baby

Rose cases, we pop daily