I thought it was a sugar coated 
Candle 
Crush
Lick, flick, and fire 
In diamonds I trust, brushing lust 
Dolled up to thrust, found my jeans 
Was in a rush

What’s the number to the studio,
Floor, driver sir
Take me there, wet hair, cab doors got 
My coat stuck, close the window
To mask him yelling at me from the street
He was in for a treat, retreat too deep
Knees raddled and angel dust
Blew the room at dusk
Saddled up, at least I left a note
“Be back to toke, don’t choke”

Nice days over, sweater 
Round waist, don’t like no one to hold her
Feel better in a hood light
Feel my mood right
Summer feels when deals were made
House parties without lights
Ass and jean rubs all night

Got my stealth back, took one cap
And all I had to do was think of the word
‘Rap’.