This is a song about "Baby food"

I got to be your baby

Please boo what's your size crazy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Hold up i'm your baby.

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

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

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

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

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i know love me baby

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Kinda wack weirdo the kind he eating chinese food