This is a song about "Cinnamon roll"

Look, now roll my j tight

And if i want to go outside

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and 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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

This shit has got my soul

Thats how ya know your on a roll

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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