This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

We still got emcees who spread hip hop and i thank 'em,

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

A criminal grind mean hustle

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Bread in pain yet told to be tough