This is a song about "Coming out that you are gay"

"you already wrote the gay song

We gonna be all the way gone

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Knowing that no help, was coming from out there

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Better days are coming i keep telling myself that

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Coming out hard and sick,coming out sharp and quick

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

And all of that was okay

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Coming at me so soft that i thought you were queer

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

If you out there let me hear you say