This is a song about "Cinnamon rolls"

They meet them rich boys

Rolling in the rolls royce/

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cinnamon tone women and

Put the purp in the blunt

They gon love me for my ambition

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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