This is a song about "Ripe berry"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

They pluck us before we're ripe

Focus let me show you the light

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

They pluck us before we're ripe

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated

I'm laughin' to the bank my girl's halle berry

Now i know a lotta styles, some see