This is a song about "Donuts and skittles"

Put the purp in the blunt

What i do, through and through and

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

City national bank evolve into shape

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