This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

No more showering you with stuff,

Pocket racked up all big faces

And what i done just ain't enough

Damn man that's some good stuff

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

So let 'em chase love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play