This is a song about "Dem fuzzy pickles"

By a brotha who was hopeless

U lookin real scared in dem streets cus

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run