This is a song about "Queers and steers"

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Living young and wild and free

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

Leave queers in tears, fear this thin bombardier

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

You ain't never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned