This is a song about "Cherry"

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Look it something they can't ever see

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 strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live