This is a song about "Cinnamon"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

And it rules everything around them

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon