This is a song about "Fruits and vegetables"

And their mothers and fathers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And stop playing hide and seek,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Living young and wild and free

But am i less holy

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Not hungry for my poetry

And all the fruits agree

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules