This is a song about "Danish pastry"

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But can they keep up with the paste of others

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Like the dough ain't risin

Girl listen, trying to position

Full of fear that their career platters ain't got dough

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick