This is a song about "Gravy"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The nets could go 0 for 82 and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see