This is a song about "Gay as hell"

High as hell but still the master of the mic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

But i can sure as hell tell that they're nowhere far!

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Heaven-sent, but look; i'm hot as hell & spitting arsenic

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I got that oxymoronic flow cause it’s cold as hell

Razor blades are sharp as hell, you might as well embrace it,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

All gay, it was a hell of a day, i killed you and the fetus

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I got tha word as hell