This is a song about "German pickle forks"

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

That's the window into the sky

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

It was my brain tellin me what to do cause i was in pickle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will