This is a song about "Disco biscuits"

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Get your world crumbled down like biscuits

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

The only noise you’ll here is when i’ll take you disco

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You need more than a pen 'n pad and ya disco set,

If you wanna take the chance we can dance without the disco

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough