This is a song about "Your look like dyke"

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

I'll uppercut your ass so many times you look like you was nodding yes

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

You only use your momma's comparisons? don't make her look like a clown.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

I look in your eyes, oh,

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I look like steve buscemi

What them tippers don't see

So look at your history

Nothin sweet when i attend, see