This is a song about "Fuckin baby shark"

I got to be your baby

But five years from now i bet she see

My lyricism's is art, teeth sharp like a great white shark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But, i'm not in this for the cash, no i'm no shark

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Thank you for letting me create this masterpiece, shark bait

Not a shark anymore, but i'll make you swim in this shit!

The next day you is everybody target

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree