This is a song about "Allen s gay"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

"you already wrote the gay song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Little gay looking boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix