This is a song about "Pumpkin spice frappuccinos"

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up