This is a song about "Gross pink lemonade"

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I must go like fly route

Pink bandanna is my suit

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

So deep in that pussy it gives me pink eye

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

Cause im as so sour as lemonade

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night