This is a song about "Caitlyn jenner"

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

What them tippers don't see

Smokin on that holly jolly

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate