This is a song about "Cinnamon rolls"

Shattered like the spines of the crippled old. now it's time, the ripple rolls.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Your crews full of pussys that cant stand there ground, whats gonna happen when spb rolls around,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

I fear no opponent

Cinnamon tone women and

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Loud shit, weird noise

Rolling in the rolls royce/

Fuck a mayback, i pull da back seats to da rolls.

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes