This is a song about "Gay fruit"

Until i started to lose my way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Little gay looking boy

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Little gay lookin' boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Or let the mob handle that

And find the fruit contaminated

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Curl up like big worm when i drop