This is a song about "Jack lee ford is gay"

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

Third ward general, young cash money

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Fucking funny, hilarious, great, gay is what i appear?

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

And niggas flashing crazy

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

All up under the covers day

Because what you spit is gay,

What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way

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