This is a song about "Banter and laughs"

It always fuckin sucks i wanna thank you for the fuckin laughs

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Fake the laughs cause he knew his moms would break his ass

Causing a banter of chatter amongst a, congregation of has beens

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Everybody else laughs at him just to fit in to things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings