This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat beer"

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

When the song plays, nobody loves "drunk in love",

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

But my brother got a year

Slanging and drinking beer.....

There'd still be niggas out killing

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling