This is a song about "Biscuits and gra y"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Y you bitches think im playing,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

So here i am at the store for some chips

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring