This is a song about "Strawberry fizz"

Streched, skin pulled out, it's limits being met, but don't fret

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Forty-five on the side me (boom boom)

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Boom! your computer just exploded

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

But i wanted to explode like a ticking time bomb

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I'll bomb you up like boom but for you there is no room

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I'm burnin up on the beat while y'all niggas crackle and sizzle

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Strong will, big dreams, don't let it fizzle behind some ill-willed smoke screen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream