This is a song about "A pickle"

Arrogant when i finish

Spit a poem or a diss

That’s only if they handle

Your a show without a channel

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

Our children must be taught, of africa

I'm a grade a o g

My lady, my baby

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Any thing to say a a a a a a

As i light one for ill will

Your a horse without a saddle

A boy taken for a goon

You can pick the next room