This is a song about "Connie chow petit"

Right flows down and they might go nice

I like to eat cherries

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

Only reason you exist bitch i need food to eat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Was about to take a bite until my ears saw a bus

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done