This is a song about "Crispy dookie cheeks"

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Because he made his decision

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,