This is a song about "Donuts and boombox"

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts

And a fridge and some broccoli

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

And stop playing hide and seek,

Swear i will murk any beat

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve