This is a song about "April fools day"

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Drive a hard bargain

This fools here for nothin

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

And y'all still follow trends? all of y'all some damn fools.

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful