This is a song about "Fuckbois and jokers"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Crack the balls,and make jokers laugh as they work for fee,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

These clown jokers don't smile when they grimace,

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones