This is a song about "Grilled peppers"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

Good love then i can do that for her

Me and polemic's lyrics are hotter than a mouthful of peppers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse