This is a song about "Mold bagels"

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I'm just here to take control of this game and break the mold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

But he is still 16 years old a young guy whose raps are mold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Study plans to unfold the mold uphold by judges' stands

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Take those words and i mold it into some kind of advantage

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image