This is a song about "Belmont fair brats and parade"

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

(shiva) diablo parade , a demonic crusade

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights