This is a song about "U are horrible"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

A criminal grind mean hustle

Deplorable horrible,

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

And after all the filthy things that u deserve are done..

Hope my city is not too far

Thunderstorm while u are

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Knock u more and more, for your raps are noxious

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Okay u are a gay who look at glee.