This is a song about "Making fun of someone"

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

We're all loose ends, making someone else's dividends

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Maybe help someone stand up instead of run

I'll have you making dozens of faces.

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

We're all loose ends, making someone else's dividends

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

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

Ten more depending on where wale going

And start making all kinds of commotion

You reflect in this heart of mine

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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