This is a song about "Gay anal"

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Staple ya hands to ya face and make a dyke give you anal

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

"you already wrote the gay song

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay-lookin boy

Little gay lookin' boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy