This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

So i took of her clothes got wet there

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Making dollar bills out of music

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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