This is a song about "Gatorade fruit punch"

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My mama smoked so god damn much

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

When my competition ain't much

I’m saving major loot

That thing juicy, no fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Save some, save none at the same time

Your punch lines are pitiful

The world is so typical