This is a song about "Braydons gayness"

Which you know i'm different, right

That her happiness was slain in plain sight

Cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

You're bruce jenner, confused with your true gender so you freaking run

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

You had a lot of happiness but always wanted more of it

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Ain't even tryna hold back

Luxury life, results living bad