This is a song about "Fake and gay"

All the strain, i lost it and didn't obey our rules, was acting gay

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

"nigga, you fucking gay as hell, and nobody likes you",

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

And decay into the waste of gay mc's that play today/

I've been forsaken by these snakes, and i'll kill every fake,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Hit and miss these fake crips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs