This is a song about "Creamy squishy bun"

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

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

He found this ample time to touch her 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

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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And i'll make things creamy