This is a song about "Clean song about gays"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I get that work from my face

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

They was always ready and always clean

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave