This is a song about "December baby"

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

See i give you my life, to mix it up in a blender

Im clever, no longer colder then the weather in december,

Rose cases, we pop daily

Rollin' with my baby

I swear they think i'm crazy

Hold up i'm your baby.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well you gotta know baby

U gotta sin baby!

But i think i like that, just maybe

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free