This is a song about "Fuzzy forks"

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly