This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Stop the melodic gossip that i'm as black as onyx.

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Half of the rappers are soft as a marshmellow all puff

Since the information taught is worthless as gossip

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Or my parade for that matter

Said when i do dirt wit her

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

And drop the gossip shit,

It's all good, finna dog that

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Maybe tomorrow i won't have to fake