This is a song about "Roux"

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Just before they seen my money in the green

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

But andi'deal nezitabane kule point they can jus wait/

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

It ain't hard to make money

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

All the hoes kneel beggin for their next meal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here