This is a song about "Berry crates"

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

I'm laughin' to the bank my girl's halle berry

Sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry

I try to tell them i'm one of the

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I’m brutal as a bazooka