This is a song about "Jolly"

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Good, could say its jolly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Smokin on that holly jolly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper