This is a song about "Somos porto"

Inspiration for every word

The concept is so absurd

Homophobia's a long word

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Hangin off their every word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I didnt complain and didnt say a word,

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for