This is a song about "Ripe berry"

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I’ll be back on the same night

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

I’m brutal as a bazooka

It go halle berry or hallelujah

To take all those wrongs and make them right

They pluck us before we're ripe

Ha! you know what they like

They pluck us before we're ripe

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

You redundant, you never ever change

Know the time, know what it's like

Like lil wayne shit nigga i'm ripe