'Donuts' (ft. Gucci Mane) by Jessie Murph - Lyrics & Meaning

Jessie Murph flexes her range and her confidence on the track, 'Donuts', the most audacious and oddly euphoric track on her latest album, Sex Hysteria, released on July 18, 2025. With Gucci Mane on the assist, the song is a high-octane joyride through status, swag, and self-made glory that's a perfect piece of the puzzle to her debut album.

It’s a sonic pivot that shows just how far Murph can stretch her voice and vision while still keeping both boots on the gas pedal. In a project packed with heartbreak, rawness, and emotional intensity, 'Donuts' is a victory lap that’s defiant and loud.

Built on a trap beat and Murph’s loud, self-assured vocals, 'Donuts' is equal parts banger and brag. That bass hits hard, but it's the bounce in the flow and the boldness of the delivery that makes it an instant standout. There’s a cartoonish quality to the lyrics that keeps it playful, even as it revels in extravagance. From the opening hook:

“I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts / pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything”

Murph is in motion, literally and metaphorically. She’s circling back to claim what's hers.

There’s a real physicality to the production – each hit and vocal line feels like a tire screech, and a turn at full speed. Jessie’s delivery is brash but clean, riding the beat like someone who’s been behind the wheel for a while.

'Donuts' isn’t subtle by any means, but it's not trying to be. It’s a flex anthem dressed in pink chrome, with references to jewels, legacy, and Southern pride. Murph owns her current position in the industry game:

“I’m just writin’ songs everybody wanna sang.”

There’s a sense that her rise is unstoppable and, most importantly, self-powered. Even her co-sign from Gucci Mane doesn't overshadow her. Instead, he doubles down on the themes of evaluation, calling himself:

“Gucci Man but call me Ken / ‘Cause I came with a Barbie.”

Together, they turn the track into a surreal fantasy where Tinkerbell, Peter Pan, Arby’s and Azkaban all coexist. But beneath the pop-culture flexes is something more grounded: pride in where they came from, and total clarity about where they’re going.

For Murph, this isn’t just a fun cut,  its sort of a power move. It reclaims the narrative that pop-leaning, fashion-forward, genre-blending songs can still say something about identity, control, and owning your lane.

'Donuts' might sound like a sugar rush, but it's actually a statement. Murph isn’t just in the lot physically doing circles, she’s burning rubber, leaving smoke for anyone who doubted her, and doing it all with the windows down and the volume up.

It’s the perfect way to extend her bold debut – an album full of revelation, resilience, and bad b*tch energy.

I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I just bought a chain

Icing with the jam

I be hitting circles on my drink and switching hands

I’m built like a bell everybody wanna ring

I’m just writing songs everybody wanna sing

I’m that bitch but who the man

Who the man

Who the man

Who blowing smoke with Gucci Mane

Who’s neck look like an avalanche

Who’s wrist look like the constellation

Who’s shit take off and never land

What combination lit up the nation

It’s Tinkerbell and Peter Pan

Grip that wheel with a pinky finger

Blow it out boy that smoke will linger

Bless them haters, bless them ho’s

I’m so blessed I find it funny

Pink wheel like my name is Cam

Lock on law like azkaban

Tell everyone we turning up

This one here for Alabam

We in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

We in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I’m Gucci Man but call me Ken cause I came with a Barbie

I keep the bitch eating meat like she order from Arby’s

Who wanna race to wakas we can go Rarri for Rarri

I’m not your average artist I sell more chickens than Hardys

Rock diamonds in a Rolls Royce I’m the ho’s choice

She heard Gucci Mane voice and got more moist

A black man with a chauffeur, I’m rocking a fur

Hold up my wrist and scream burr

Last night was a blur

We in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

We in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

I’m in the parking lot hitting donuts, donuts

Pink whip, gold trim, diamonds over everything

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