This is a song about "Gang bitches pussy"

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

It ain't where i been

Of the rebel gang captain

You make a nigga sing songs nice

By a gang called the police

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too