This is a song about "Sonic the pickle"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

Creating a sonic blast which will move tectonics

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Never meant to make your daughter to cry