This is a song about "Berry crates"

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I’m brutal as a bazooka

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

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

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Jennifer lawrence (uh), halle berry

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see