This is a song about "Poop pussy gay"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Huh, a metaphor of course

Like poop smeared on the walls

So now she picks up the gun

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

We'll meet back and regroup

With a fistfull of poop,

She say you got a pussy!

Nothin sweet when i attend, see