This is a song about "Pickle in donut"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

They all see my life from a childish position

In proving improvement in chunks,

And trying to start today with arguments

Knocked out in the lunch in

Girl listen, trying to position

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

In which are people who believes in one,

Insubordinate for good reason

I get in where i fit in.

This boa, what's your motivation

Toddlers in tiaras,

Hop off the bus