This is a song about "Fruity pe"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

Been public enemy since you thought pe was gym, bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit