This is a song about "Pumpkin spice frappuccinos"

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage