This is a song about "Foolish kenny"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

And now it's stupid, seen as foolish, wonder 'bout the racial lines,

Ill send hobbs on your ass to make you look foolish

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But to me he is foolish that's just my observation

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Ooo bitch, i know you not about to step foolish

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I'm influenced by the hopeless and foolish