This is a song about "December baby"

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Your heart is as cold as the middle of december

Bullets raining like it december

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And i know love me baby

But i think i like that, just maybe

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

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

U gotta sin baby!

I’m tryna be low key

I got to be your baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Remember december youl be burning from ember tossed from my lyrical fire,

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

Girl i know you like that, you crazy