This is a song about "German pickle forks"

Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Revelations say you either fry or fly

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

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

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

That’s why the nervous, hmmm, like i’m flying on the plane with a turban

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,