This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I dont know what fear is, never experienced that kind of bullshit

9 times outta ten

Never talk onto them,

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Nugget, biscuit, nugget in a biscuit.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

High foe knows pike disaster, muffin amour

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Spread by mosquitoes perhaps spread by a needle

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are