This is a song about "You are the gayest"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Or are you gonna walk away while you still have the chance,

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Bars are to dope for you, are you gonna bitch and complain like whinny the poo

You are one in the marathon

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Shoulda hired the drop-out, cuz he was smarter than you are

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far