This is a song about "Bull dyke"

And they don't look like a fucking puerto rican slutty dyke!

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

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

Guess what i can bull too even though i've even rider one

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

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

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Undress a dyke, i might fuck a les' tonight

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour