This is a song about "Mandy jones hey baby"

Hey wanna hear a good news?

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rollin' with my baby

I got my shit rocked, but hey,

But keep them cigarettes away

I have so much to say

And it is not ok, but hey,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

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

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free