This is a song about "Nikhil ur a queer"

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Regards its a paradox,displacin ur mental,

You told me god was the answer

Have a ware and look above ur

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Who know this be the life that i really live

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

But for now people calling me a faggot or queer/

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Take a shower cus ur just a scrub