This is a song about "Sgt muffin buns"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.