This is a song about "Fuck gays"

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Gays are just the same, man they sin like me and you,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Spending her time with him i guess

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut