This is a song about "Pickles lasagna avacados"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Coming out of my shell, like a bird in a nest.

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

These niggas think they coming home, they must have never seen spaghetti

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

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

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision