This is a song about "Fruity pebbles"

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

A modern day goodfella, i'm ray liotta

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

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

I'm through with the pebbles, i rock cause i'm a boulder

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols