This is a song about "Cinnamon rolls"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Cinnamon tone women and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

I'm the one in the classroom that just sits back and rolls his eyes.

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel