This is a song about "Mon"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"