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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And you just blew off like who don't care and it ain't fair cause i care.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

Solid to fair, ... man i struck again, mucking around in a hammick and, come

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Run you over like it is a fucking parade

The proverbial lemonade that i made

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts