This is a song about "Bret being gay and hes born in may"

Cause hes settled in a vessel

Lady at the frank stand will

And looks in the mirror and often asks himself if hes a stud or not

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I'll pray to god in church and ask if hes merged with a rapper

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Being born and brought up with scars may be no way to be a star

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan