This is a song about "A male gamer"

Well, we are the roses

Spit a poem or a diss

You're fucking with me, nigga

A store that dosen't get a

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

I was a poor white male, still he got the stares, it's twisted,

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium