This is a song about "Pickle dilly"

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

I dilly dally when in this- n' still i batter your senses