This is a song about "Warm pickle slices"

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

She did everything to make us feel safe and warm,

The times together that they spent in the warm summertime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Chain withdrawn when we not together

Dryin off in the warm weather

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

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

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

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

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