This is a song about "Curry powder"

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

What them tippers don't see

I'm brown and i like curry

I got that powder, i got that white

To take all those wrongs and make them right

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

So while you worry about the hoes

Threw in some talcum powder, cause sweats too gross

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress