This is a song about "Fuckbois and jokers"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

These clown jokers don't smile when they grimace,

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone

Razor grips, laser spit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

And remember what i said and

And more than confident

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Do not attempt to interfere

I said i got my ass beat

They laugh and scream and leap

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt