This is a song about "Curry powder"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

To powder and sniff, you surmount to a whiff

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I know everything cause i got power, no more pushin' powder,

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her