This is a song about "Creamy squishy bun"

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

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

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

And i'll make things creamy

What them tippers don't see

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

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

In earth, as it is in heaven

He found this ample time to touch her bun,