This is a song about "Bashing gays"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

She self made, i'm self made

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Gays are just the same, man they sin like me and you,

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

And i got them gold bottles, first place