This is a song about "Raspberry"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

My life was in a vault and all the bitches used to hiss thinking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing