This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

And once i'm dead and gone

Looking so damn right you're wrong