This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Me and my microphone could be one

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And a fridge and some broccoli

The nets could go 0 for 82 and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

See, i like the person that you are

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And that i spent the night with her

And don't ever (and don't ever)