This is a song about "Making fun of someone"

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Im incapable of making etically correct decisions

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Make fun of my raps, it was an expression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

We made fun out of our jazz talks

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Making dollar bills out of music