This is a song about "Pumpkin spice latte"

Just tell them end of discussion

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

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