This is a song about "Caramel popcorn"

Popcorn relaxed take a seat enjoy the show were all a bunch of freaks,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

I took you to a movie, i bought you fuckin popcorn

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

You be on that stalker shit

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man