This is a song about "Curry powder"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

I'm brown and i like curry

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see