This is a song about "Berry crates"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I’m brutal as a bazooka

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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