This is a song about "Curry powder"

I'm brown and i like curry

It ain't hard to make money

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

I got that powder, i got that white

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,