This is a song about "Dem fuzzy pickles"

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Bet yall never heard of the story of the lost verse bitch gave me dem digits

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Try to jack and i will attack

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Makes dem realise u aint as perfect as you seem

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money