This is a song about "Esther coleman"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Shoulda been esther, and we would be poly

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them