This is a song about "I denise whittier would love to win a breville scraper mixer pro stand mixer from ann reardon"

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Only been to one mixer but they call me a trickster

I could not ever fuck up so i would always fucking win.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

That i took the stage to give'em a show,gave them a show like a pro

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Also, please know, though i'm not a pro

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Cause i'm a pro with the nouns and givin actions to verbs

Because i thought my mom would love me more/ nothing but a

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Man, i would love to just date her

They used to call me the future