This is a song about "Pink lemonade"

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Sippin lemonade while holdin back a demon hound

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Cus if you ask me, it's all about the pink and the green

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

So deep in that pussy it gives me pink eye

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes