This is a song about "He was making fun of me"

Call me ashton, like i make the fun

And get on down with this thc vision

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

He was my cousin and he was there for me

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Says his lyrics was making me numb well that was pretty dumb, his last rap

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

All you did was try to eradicate my sight making me see only black and white/

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

Thenlack of you here is making me upset

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check