This is a song about "Pumpkin spice latte"

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

You're uncool like my mother kin

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch