This is a song about "Susan boyle stinks"

So pass the baby oil

I'm after lady boyle

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Your balls get susan boyle

My rapping made you soil

Had to wear the 13's with them

Yo, my name is susan

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha