This is a song about "Jest"

My greatest jest since i pretended i shot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

You gents must jest, i best suggest, be hesitant,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I jest just like i'm possessed by my fright

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

The lyrics that he said in jest, his head is vexed/

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread