This is a song about "Pickled cunts"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Half these cunts got it backward’s man/

Money long from here to japan

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

And i be talking about me, i do this

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Locked in tight cause you're trying to keep this cunts buzz