This is a song about "Grizzely onion"

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Horny bitches walking bi! get it?

You stood me up and i understand

Jump that bitch from off a ramp

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

And i ain't frontin for her

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i ate too much onion chutney

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles