This is a song about "Crispy dookie cheeks"

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

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

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

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground