This is a song about "Fuzzy peach"

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Luxury life, results living bad

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad