This is a song about "Cinnamon pizza"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You're a synonym for shit on a stick sprinkled with some cinnamon

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Cinnamon tone women and

And get caught, in the moment

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them