This is a song about "Helen yeller"

He looks down on her, with no hate

Im washin off another plate

This is no place for hate

Redbox flow and i do not date

Let em marinate, you forever late

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Why we keep responding and the same hate

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Creepy carnival, does that ring a bell?