This is a song about "Almond joy"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

But trust me that makes the joy better

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Have you ever felt joy? then you mustve felt pain.

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those