This is a song about "Ethan peach"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Low hanging fruit that was me

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

That shit was ludicrous/ her pussy smelt like tuna-fish

You treated me like shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit