This is a song about "The homosexual agenda"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

I'm no homosexual,

As i light one for ill will

I should michael jordan these rappers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back