This is a song about "Gay poop"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

I can't keep running away

Like poop smeared on the walls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

I want to feel her in every way

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

You're fucking with me, nigga

I poop so hard my face farts to the

I know my daddy gone

"you already wrote the gay song

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay