This is a song about "Ruby shooters"

Bro what can you say about me i'm serious, what that ruby think i'm hideous,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Hello every body here is to my friend ruby

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Weaker shooters than stormtroopers slayed off

I'm a phoney but no ruby i never lied about my appearance, i've lied to all this

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard