This is a song about "Lemons and limes"

Have no souls indeed

And stop playing hide and seek,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And a fridge and some broccoli

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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