This is a song about "Curry powder"

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money