This is a song about "Fuzzy peach"

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

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

And you all will respect that

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money