This is a song about "Pickles lasagna avacados"

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

You faggots had your chance to pan me, i plan to be grimy son,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

City bread just like the rangers

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And that's why they called you bitch