This is a song about "James a homo"

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

No i'm not a homo, grab a dictionary

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Speed is what you lack, you can’t catch me no more, so shut the fuck up homo.

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Whilst shouting over my shoulder "no homo!"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw