This is a song about "Sgt muffin buns"

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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