This is a song about "Caramel popcorn"

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

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

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan