This is a song about "Sweety baby"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Well you gotta know baby

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Hold up i'm your baby.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Parents treat me like a baby

Look it something they can't ever see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got to be your baby

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Or you'll drive me crazy

Rollin' with my baby