This is a song about "Gay babies"

I need money in a major way

Because what you spit is gay,

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Little gay looking boy

I get slight work like big sean

"you already wrote the gay song

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Suspicious babies in britches

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies