This is a song about "Fuzzy peach"

You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

My head's still fuzzy and im still mad

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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