This is a song about "Trays"

I am making this out of reanimated beats scheme and inflated trays when,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Nigga be handin out crawfish trays to lumber heads

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,