This is a song about "Don t call me gay"

Then some lady named billie holiday

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Guess im ahead of my time

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh