This is a song about "Mula baby"

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rollin' with my baby

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

What them tippers don't see

I'm still just a baby

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free