This is a song about "Carrots onion pickles meat grapes kiwi"

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

You suck on your daddys meat meat

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I eat carrots every day to be powerful like a fay

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

You'll never meet (meat) me

And a kiwi mistic

I regret some shit i did

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

Grapes of knowledge growing green, toss em in the well,

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.