This is a song about "Yoghurt"

Im on that happy juice, i'm master proof

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

The club underwater, have em running out the front

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Pray to god i don't catch ya or i'll cut ya and eat your blood like ketchup

Coat, coat it with sugar,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Food gives energy, people pursue the recipes but are drained of juice

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Packin powder and much more in the alleys