This is a song about "The bean"

Im as sweet as a jelly bean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Choked the one on the throne

Soon as i get home

Speed up, patience, please cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes