This is a song about "Pickled okra"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Okra and chitlins at my restaurants, i own all the chains,