This is a song about "Doughtnuts"

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously