This is a song about "Pickle in donut"

So rest in peace in my hand

Just hustling you understand

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Stuck in the in the tub,

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

The police knew our house like a fuckin donut place

I get in where i fit in.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

In which are people who believes in one,