This is a song about "Baby powder"

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

I got to be your baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

Not only had the fiend died

I got that powder, i got that white

Oooohh... you've got a sin, baby

Or you'll drive me crazy

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power