This is a song about "Brody is gay"

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Little gay lookin' boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Until i started to lose my way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I can't keep running away

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Because what you spit is gay,

I swear i'm coming back one day

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]