This is a song about "Cinnamon pizza"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Live for tonight, before tomorrow's amnesia

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I fear no opponent

Cinnamon tone women and

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop