This is a song about "I m gay"

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

I"m the designated driver

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

And all we lack is communication like service sucks