This is a song about "Stop talk your gay"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Talk your shit n im slicin at your neck

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Your girl i'm fisting so stop your bitching

Now shut your mouth stop pestering

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In my drawsring, ring, ring

But that won’t stop your breathing

Stop your hesitation,

Go where you ain't been

So don't ask me why they strung out

Talk about how your on the rebound

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Put a stop to your mocks.