This is a song about "Making fun of"

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

And start making all kinds of commotion

So now they making millions off of prisons

So here i am at the store for some chips

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

Let me put my funk on this one time

And start making all kinds of commotion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

All we need is convienient love

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Huh, a metaphor of course

We made fun out of our jazz talks