This is a song about "Fuzzy forks"

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Luxury life, results living bad

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly