This is a song about "Cinnamon rolls"

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

Criminals running from police doing barrel rolls and flips

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Slit throat put a wide hole in ya skull bigger then the size of ring rolls.

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Cinnamon tone women and

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes