This is a song about "Tootie fruity"

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

These fruity ass rappers sit quite well in my tummy

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes