This is a song about "Jolly old hope"

I fucking hate this job

It's either give up hope/

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Good, could say its jolly

Oops, i'm so sorry

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

That left ya without hope

You was to young a 18 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Fly as ricky steam boat

Then soon i gave up hope,