This is a song about "Foo fighters"

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

Can't even handle when i be rhyming you stupid foo.

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

I make impressions like a foo

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Get those dope fighters that you talk about with mac-10s,

And the air force scrambles fighters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And real bitches don't respect you

I make impressions like a foo