This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Poke out from behind her

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

And kill yourself and your clique

I don't know defeat

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy