This is a song about "Make fun of him"

So i went down south but i ended up north

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Twista finna get up on the track

Kids make fun of me to make me want to hide under the bleachers

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Make fun of my raps and i will kill you with a weapon

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Shit the drugs don't even make it any more fun

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

In earth, as it is in heaven