This is a song about "Gravy"

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

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

But once i got rid it was all gravy,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map