This is a song about "U can make fun of me"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

U kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef

He finds it humorous to make fun of the snobby

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Kids use to make fun of my pointy ass ears, so i started chuggin beers,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Make fun of your dealings with my millions on fallon/