This is a song about "Gay marriage for guy people"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I am the kinda guy waiting for a fuckin prophecy. i shit on the mic like the rhino

I make forty-some dollars a day

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

This guy at white castle asked for my autograph