This is a song about "Ripe berry"

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I’m brutal as a bazooka

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

On that red-eyed kush flight

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

He got hit up that same night

They pluck us before we're ripe

They pluck us before we're ripe

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight