This is a song about "Tickle my pickle"

And all women who had light features, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

My words are my rhythm

Hoes row got beans in them

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

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

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets