This is a song about "Homos"

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Hopefully you lil' homos get over your fears and phobias

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,