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

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

I cant stand to be away from you

My home girl told me i got an issue

But i probably would win if i was to verse any person,

I preach to demons at your church, now i'm the newest sermon

Im carving a cavity callously in mcs that manfully stand to me-with peace n love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

Only been to one mixer but they call me a trickster

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I can't love you less. to stop would be even harder.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her