This is a song about "Spencer loves men"

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Nastiest over-limit went men

She loves me she loves me not

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Everybody loves a nuisance

Cause we been off them slave ships

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm adored by who loves me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again