This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

If you out there let me hear you say

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

See, i'm just trying to focus

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

You in to that animal stuff

And i need you to show me love

I'm hooked on that good stuff

He's the one doing his stuff

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch