This is a song about "Dissing on baby momma"

But go ahead and leave this baby on the corner all alone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Discount on account of the comfort, it's no wonder my momma was proud

You dissing everybody on the block rapping who ain't you,

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Baby im on my other shit,

It shows i know a bit

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Let me rideuntil i get free

C'mon baby get on the floor, feel the ground beneath you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Lucky seven probably poppa

On toys for my baby princess

And i'mma keep ya fresh