This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

Living young and wild and free

Third ward general, young cash money

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

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

Big serg, we ready for whatever

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Do not attempt to interfere

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

And some strawberries and some chocolate

You, you, you have to pay for that

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy