This is a song about "Gang banging and drug dealing"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn