This is a song about "Tasty muffins"

Woops sorry, tasty food makes me go off topic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Until i'm wreckin' with presents, like shovin' muffins down your mouth

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I smoked a jay z and its so tasty

Pussy so tasty i eat them up like pastries,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Obviously on munchies but my vibe is as tasty as a chutney

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Half mammal, and part tasty animal, playin whack a mole

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

But you still have a tasty family ready for me.