This is a song about "Sugar baby"

Parents treat me like a baby

I was wondering maybe

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You gon' tip her

Coat, coat it with sugar,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/

And i know love me baby

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

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

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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