This is a song about "Your some shit i hate you nia wont date you you have a bad hairline and bad shoes"

I hate you queers and some drags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

You already did the bad thing damn shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

And if i was a bad book then you couldn't put me down//

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Took the van, went snatch her

I hate you and your mother,

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Uh, well, don't waste time

Faggot you wont have a sign

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

And cop some heaping gratitude before i hit you in your shit

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy