This is a song about "Sawa lollipop burgur electrician"

In a sip of the liquid i tipped a pill, not candy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

People say my heart is cold as ice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And i don't think homes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch