This is a song about "Baby food"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Hold up i'm your baby.

Rollin' with my baby

But i think i like that, just maybe

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Third ward general, young cash money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute