This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

Puff puff but never pass

Why probe our ass

God was more than a puff on a pipe, so i take a huff set my pen down and just lie

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Ever since then i had no job

Imma ball till i drop

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

They say things are easy like baking a cake