This is a song about "Making fun of manny"

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

We should fuck each others mothers

So manny amateurs

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/