This is a song about "Blonde dyke"

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

You're just a rhyming dyke, this is kinda like

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Gotta bad bitch and she a dyke

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you

I show true blonde an light blue makin you look right through

And if i want to go outside

Gotta bad bitch and she a dyke

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

I walk down cushing on the dyke back and forth i'm pacing