This is a song about "Gay ass rhymes"

Hit me with those lame ass rhymes that are off topic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

We got no time for pussy ass rhymes, take your shit back an resite your lines,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Because what you spit is gay,

She can't know where my mother stay

Yeah you're rhymes are so tight, just as your ass might

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

Those faggots won the gay off

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay