This is a song about "Fuzzy forks"

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

You, you, you have to pay for that

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually