This is a song about "Strawberry fizz"

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Puff puff, so loud keep it hush

Pocket racked up all big faces

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Puff puff but never pass

Just put your hand on the glass

To soho, baby milo so dope

We will hack and cough till we choke

Their symptoms sound like sizzling rhythm

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I kill cereal and spout my skills like i'm the count

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,