This is a song about "Soft serve"

Or land soft as a sweater

It still will come up clever

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Through the tablet sheet leak when the ink spills soft,

I know, i know, i'll serve my time

3 times, show me your peace sign

Because your shit ain't workin', and you really actin' soft,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

But so soft i'm like flaccid dick

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

Nigga i go stupid hard cant go soft

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Her voice was soft and sweet,

I keep my money neat