This is a song about "Donuts and skittles"

They laugh and scream and leap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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/

You claim you the next eminem, bitch you just skittles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols