This is a song about "The fag aaron jacob dick ball sack tall small skinny fat big little end tip deep throat dill pickle fifty shades of grey"

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Dem gals real shifty, ass fat body skinny,

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Spineless see they slither, those serpents in the shade of grey,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!