This is a song about "Berry crates"

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

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

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry

I’m brutal as a bazooka

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

It go halle berry or hallelujah