This is a song about "Cris the crispy cock"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

You hold the nine and cock it, think about ending shit right here,

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

When i pull out my cock, and slap her in the face.

Of the big ol' cock, fuck her in the park

A working genius, a work of art

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Little cock sucker, like i care cause all the guy come crying to me.

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

Catch you up on places i've been

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.