This is a song about "Yeah baby"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Look it something they can't ever see

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Razor grips, laser spit

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hold up i'm your baby.

I’m tryna be low key