This is a song about "Pumpkin spice latte"

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

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live