This is a song about "Cinnamon rolls"

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

They gon love me for my ambition

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

She’s a star if i ever seen one

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters