This is a song about "Emily drinking pumpkin spice latte"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Blaze drinking henny by the liter

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

My talent should take me places i've never been

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You're in another crack house drinking,

Drinking a forty ounce beer

Unable to think clear