This is a song about "Tickle my pickle"

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Work straight out the kitchen

My words are my rhythm

Two reflections into one

Grab my knife and my gun

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Didn't tickle your funny bone? well, your bones will be shown

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Mean alot more to me, check me out