This is a song about "The homosexual agenda"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

Choked the one on the throne

We just want you back at home

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause