This is a song about "Samantha fritter"

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Soon you will dissipate into the air like water vapor,

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

But if i can't batter the women

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Early adapters agree they all late

I don't know what you heard about

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check