This is a song about "A pickle"

And please never disrespect my set

Just a warning not a threat

Both: this the perfect plan

You're a disaster a sham,

Its gonna be a a test

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

As i light one for ill will

Your a show without a channel

Strumming my pain with his fingers

A bunch a singers and sinners

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard