This is a song about "Dan dyke"

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

You'd be all pro if your profession was dyke

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

But i'm not in the first place

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I got the best you fucking dyke jew

And all the shit you went through

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

I know we did something wrong,but it gone for so long dan

Ya u seems strong as a dyke,

Jungle fever for the night