This is a song about "Jolly pirate donuts"

No, i ain't, glazed donuts for luncheon, on my plate.

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Smokin on that holly jolly

Knowing you can no longer party

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts/

That's why i never claimed i was the best

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

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

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

Good, could say its jolly

This is the ferrari