This is a song about "Bashing gays"

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Right back to when gays were murdered

Look, cole world, still a cold world

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Years that held nothing but brand new fears, feeling more of my sanity disappear.

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

She'll watch any video, anything, she'll watch a video full of gays