This is a song about "A pickle"

Playboy, i don't own that man

You're a disaster a sham,

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Like a baby without a diaper

Run for cover and return fire

Your a show without a channel

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Beach on the weekend

Its gonna be a a test

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill