This is a song about "Gay angel"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Now the cleanest shots dreaming not of angel rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And she gon let it loose, hey

Who will make a gay pay.

She got grove st. on replay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Little gay looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay lookin' boy