This is a song about "Pumpkin spice frappuccinos"

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin