This is a song about "Curry powder"

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I got that powder, i got that white

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

I'm brown and i like curry

Fuck fame, fuck money