This is a song about "Asshole gay"

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Let's put it on cruise control

Yep, yep, yep, yep, i'm fuckin asshole

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

All they see is an asshole

It's apart of her goal

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole