This is a song about "Project baby"

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I got to be your baby

Hopin' that my niggas see

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Hold up i'm your baby.

But i think i like that, just maybe