This is a song about "Sonic the pickle"

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

I attack mentality an watch people fear me, its clear see as they all flex a.s.a.p

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Alcohol and booty calls

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Live off my lie and my lullaby