This is a song about "Sonic the pickle"

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The bigger the the fun

Two reflections into one