This is a song about "Jolly"

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

I’m tryna be low key

Smokin on that holly jolly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Good, could say its jolly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper