This is a song about "Making fun of carson"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

We're fucking redneck crackers, making fun of the shit,

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Miami nights, ain't another one

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

Ambition is still very big

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,

Making dollar bills out of music

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I'll have you making dozens of faces.