This is a song about "Lime"

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

I'm the sick mixture, pricks i'll give ya shit to lime lighters,

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

, piercing the skin of ranked lime, as if that meant something

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

But i'm still attempt to bust the lime outta all of your lights

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Despicably at the same time with a slice of lime squuezed into their eyes

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Fidna lime out get swirled