This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

He's the one doing his stuff

And i need you to show me love

Damn man that's some good stuff

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I wouldn't be famous

Trust they seen enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

I know you're mad, but so what

I like to poop out of my butt,

Round my motherfuckin way

Because what you spit is gay,

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut