This is a song about "Making fun of nabeel"

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

Top ranked, number one my son

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So i went down south but i ended up north

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

Making dollar bills out of music

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick