This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

How could i drink with ya if you brought a couple stinks with ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

My rapping made you soil

I'm after lady boyle

Yo, my name is susan

Go where you ain't been