This is a song about "Ganja baby"

Don't cha know we love ya? sweet lady

Well you gotta know baby

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Parents treat me like a baby

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems