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

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

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Ugh whats fair is foul 'n what's foul is fair

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

We all drop the ef like its on parade

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Tongue twister like a braid, mister, dont overrun my parade

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

There'll be a parade in my name

I swear i'll never call you bitch again