This is a song about "Crispy like a pringle"

Sinnin' like a catholic, prayin' like a baptist,

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

Now he mad cuz we together ,and now i laugh cuz he single as a pringle

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

I don't really give a fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you