This is a song about "Tickle my pickle"

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

These my rhymes and my story

Ahh, me so horny

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle