This is a song about "Sonic the pickle"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

I could outrun sonic there is so much glitches but you know what they say

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The bigger the the fun

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic