This is a song about "Creamy squishy bun"

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And i'll make things creamy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

After the club, gettin you open