This is a song about "Glad plum read head bread weather treasure breakfast cousin friend"

You know i stick to the script

And tell her to make me breakfast

This prada make me shallow

But im glad it didnt doe

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

Covering my head in bad weather

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift