This is a song about "Making fun of ill wayne"

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

One day ill be making nothing but grands.

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time