This is a song about "Jolly rancher slushy"

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

I'm that nigga that leave violence prone like signs of domestic violence is on

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Good, could say its jolly

I’m tryna be low key

Smokin on that holly jolly

Walk that body, talk that body