This is a song about "Warm pickle slices"

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

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

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

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

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

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,