This is a song about "Baby food"

Rollin' with my baby

What them tippers don't see

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Parents treat me like a baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And in this game you the gators' food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute