This is a song about "Baby food"

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

I got to be your baby

So i banged for a minute

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Now all im tryna do is get food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy