This is a song about "Balloons and sprinkles and rainbows"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And their mothers and fathers

Know just what your worth

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

And the word most important

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,