This is a song about "Donuts"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You way some fucking kilotons, fuck sweets, its donuts

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

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

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