This is a song about "Baby girl nike"

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Parents treat me like a baby

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Baby girl it's kinda hard for me to explain,

I got to be your baby

And niggas flashing crazy

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!