This is a song about "Creamy squishy bun"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And i'll make things creamy

They say nothings ever free

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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