This is a song about "Curry"

I'm brown and i like curry

We're living in a fantasy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Not hungry for my poetry

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

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

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

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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