This is a song about "Pete and rami"

So get up off that slave ship

And some strawberries and some chocolate

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

And nasty remains and bones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

That we ain't never had

And like to boast and brag

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the