This is a song about "Ady coming on to zarathustra"

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Coming to terms, where we can agree

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I don't know why you keep coming back to battle against me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

Feel like this glory road is coming to an end

That happen to act like a black president