This is a song about "Queers and steers"

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And some strawberries and some chocolate

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Something wicked this way come

And we don't know no right from wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble