This is a song about "Harrison loves bass guitars and he is gay"

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Told me he loves me and he really would like us to date,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Then some lady named billie holiday

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

Not sayin' he was gay, when he lost battles, he paid that way

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