This is a song about "April fools"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Because yall are fucking fools.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

This fools here for nothin

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Turn them fools upside down like a handstand

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Second week of june decided your weakness, fools

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Think theyre taking us for fools

That's just the way, as april turns to may,

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Zero options to choose

Breaking rules are for fools

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Gunning down ignorant fools when they wanna act,