This is a song about "Froot loops"

Created triangles with an eye and loops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Spin loops when dropping hooks, hoops like i'm shaq,

When that money calls i holla back

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I'll feed lupus into your beat's loops and retool the spool backwards