This is a song about "Gay nigger dick farts"

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Time to climb her, climb behind vagina

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But i've got all the farts, well contained

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,