This is a song about "Cinnamon roll"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

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

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

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

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

This shit has got my soul

Thats how ya know your on a roll

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Jungle fever for the night

Look, now roll my j tight