This is a song about "Pumpkin spice frappuccinos"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side