This is a song about "Being homo"

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

Curtains down,go home,end of your homo show

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Kid finds it funny, just cause i'm a homo man

I love ya bro no homo but i’ll stab with a knife no joke

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Whilst shouting over my shoulder "no homo!"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Speed is what you lack, you can’t catch me no more, so shut the fuck up homo.

You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Log out bro this site is for adults not a homo

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show