This is a song about "A pretty boy"

You say that i’m a faggot but it’s pretty ironic

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Did i get a hit? i'm pretty fucking sure of it

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer