This is a song about "Scarecrow"

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

I'm chillin' like a mannequin, grinnin' like zapp brannigan

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

The third one is mixed, white and black

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Why arent kangaroos in the circus

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst

Sting like a bee then float away peacefully like a dove, kinda like rap think i'm in love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,