This is a song about "Dyke night turnpike"

By any means necessary get campaign right

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

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

Gotta bad bitch and she a dyke

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure