This is a song about "Making fun of someones body"

We made fun out of our jazz talks

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

You reflect in this heart of mine

Insubordinate for good reason

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good 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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Mind out of my body

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for