This is a song about "Pickle in donut"

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

In proving improvement in chunks,

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Toddlers in tiaras,

And now it's clear as this promise

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

The police knew our house like a fuckin donut place

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high