This is a song about "A tomato about to become king no curse words"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I like to use words about my wife.

Sky high, iced out paradise

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

You're task is to become a musician,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

But after you've clung to it, you realize its a fucking curse

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

I know a little betty from downtown

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

Listen to every word that i slur