This is a song about "Made fun of"

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

He finds it humorous to make fun of the snobby

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

I lost my connection with my woman

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

There made out of carbon mesh!

"instead, sniff some of this cocaine, it's fun;

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

Steal your love with ease

A mind made of feces,