[Intro] (Hahaha, oh no, not these two!) (Clinton and Wes, what a goofy-ass crew!) [Verse 1] So here’s this dude, Clinton Dye, Flexing his riches—oh what a lie! Seven figures? Yeah, in pesos, Still rocking gym shorts with ketchup queso. Glasses indoors like he’s a sage, Nah bro, just cringy, turn the page! Wes holds his purse like a runway queen, Best bromance since Twilight scenes! (hehehe) [Chorus] (Wes loves Clinton, Clinton loves Wes!) (Laughing so hard, man, this is a mess!) (Tantrums flying, high heels too!) (Brokeback homies, matching tattoos!) [Verse 2] Pepperoni nips, glistening bright, Like two headlights in the dead of night. Selling a course? Man, that’s bold, Can’t even do it—straight-up sold! Brags about prison, swears he’s tough, But got kicked out for crying too much! (boohoo!) Says he was in the hole, now let’s debate, Clinton’s? Troy’s? Man, set the date! (hahaha!) [Bridge] (Which hole was it? Spin the wheel!) (Did his cellmate seal the deal?) (STD soap opera show!) (Bromance steamy, now let’s go!) [Chorus] (Wes loves Clinton, Clinton loves Wes!) (Laughing so hard, man, this is a mess!) (Tantrums flying, high heels too!) (Brokeback homies, matching tattoos!) [Instrumental Interlude] (Violin plays while Wes sobs in the corner…) [Verse 3] Wes says he’s alpha, full of might, But he’s 5’8” in heels that’s right! (hehe) Throws a fit like a sassy queen, More dramatic than a reality scene! SPARTAN tat? What’s that for? Oh yeah, his resume from cell block four! (hahaha!) Clinton just giggles, twirls his hair, Their love story? Beyond compare! (awww) [Chorus] (Wes loves Clinton, Clinton loves Wes!) (Laughing so hard, man, this is a mess!) (Tantrums flying, high heels too!) (Brokeback homies, matching tattoos!) [Outro] (Hahaha, get a room, you two!) (Before Wes starts crying in his Jimmy Choos!)