This is a song about "German raspberries"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

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

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,