This is a song about "Cinnamon roll"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

Timmy got his bike stole

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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