This is a song about "Pickle buffer"

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Why you call me back? don't lie

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

It was my brain tellin me what to do cause i was in pickle

And i couldn't fuck her cause she had to buffer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for