This is a song about "Cherry poppet"

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.