This is a song about "Fruity"

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

A modern day goodfella, i'm ray liotta

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet