This is a song about "Jack is gay and he is a stripper and he likes dick in his arse"

It's in his coat, and this is what he wrote

You pay your favorite stripper car note

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

And saying that a man's lips is cursed if he kissed it,