This is a song about "Rad lemon"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Its actually rad but if you keep on hatin im not get sad

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Where you belong with your family

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit