This is a song about "I like it snappy"

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

We at the top where we belong

I know it seems like its gone

But when i be they dont like it

I put the nigga in his casket

And i know it doesn't seem like it now

Will somebody please show me how

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I know it may feel like a sacrifice

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it