This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

Hoping that nobody don't notice

No more showering you with stuff,

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I’ll kick only motherfuckers butt.

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Yeah i remember all that stuff,

See boy she been in love

I got glasses to see stuff,

Or know them testament verses