This is a song about "Made fun of"

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun

Five shots she ready to leave

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs