This is a song about "Warm pickle slices"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

She did everything to make us feel safe and warm,

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

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

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

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

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

All day longdo it like tony

They make me feel warm and cozy

My records sell, yes sir

Dryin off in the warm weather