This is a song about "Cupcakes taste like violence"

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

To slaughter cows like a barbarian just for a taste again.

I live a life of violence like satan gave me a hellish assignment

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I'm that nigga that leave violence prone like signs of domestic violence is on

And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Before a nigga finish put in the work

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Your face looks like it taste hooks