This is a song about "Curry goat"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

And cooked you like a goat meat hell wanna calling you

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Third ward general, young cash money