This is a song about "Creamy squishy 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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i'll make things creamy

Well baby bot there ain't no question

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

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

I would have been a totally different person

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