This is a song about "Donuts and boombox"

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And get it again and again

Magic city tipping them

And their mothers and fathers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And like to boast and brag

And i got that bait, they all bad

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts