This is a song about "Warm pickle slices"

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

And you'll be done for, but your body will be still warm

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It was my brain tellin me what to do cause i was in pickle

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Cause this rap is just a warm-up, we haven't even reached the workout

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

We slept on the lawn, together, when the weather was warm

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn