This is a song about "Cinnamon roll"

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

Lay low youll make bank roll

It's apart of her goal

Timmy got his bike stole

Cameras take, credits roll

Purify that woman soul

I was on the pay roll

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

Let's put it on cruise control

Thats how ya know your on a roll