This is a song about "Gatorade fruit punch"

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

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

So come dine with me, maybe i will give you some fruit punch

Trying to give them light and a message

If i threw it like a punch

All my niggas get together to gather loot

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And find the fruit contaminated

I just wanna be higher than that

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Your punch lines are pitiful

'fore we do the unthinkable

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

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