This is a song about "Frosted flakes"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I feel like i'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/