This is a song about "Bashing gays"

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

So vivid i gotta hitlist i never miss fists bashing faces making a misfit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Well save it so long as that word ain't used for the gays

She don't even need a job, got one anyways