This is a song about "Turning spence gay"

To throw it all away

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

When they posten bail

Turning up to that wale

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Got problems, what? i can't say

Because what you spit is gay,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-