This is a song about "Creamy squishy bun"

And i'll make things creamy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Judging fine hard. flying right up bootlicking sprintin' like a fuckin' creamy bar

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the