This is a song about "Pumpkin spice latte"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice