This is a song about "Fur by"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Made by sissies, fags and minions

Song and lyrics by watsky. covered by me.

This is like riding through the city

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Raised by a momma who, who

Entertained by what we all knew

Just me trying to skate by

Yeah, since i was a knee high

And let them lames get your old number

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Ur body lookin when i walk by

She gotta hold her head up high