This is a song about "Donuts and skittles"

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes