This is a song about "Warm pickle slices"

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Use a strap on till that pussy torn make it nice warm

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

And making a warm snake crawl down your asshole. bitch, make it close.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

So i know you got to watch out for the warm days

Watch them get they monica on all day

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

These haters hope i hurry up and die

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Wished you felt warm and hold hands with hope and escape through the storm

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her