This is a song about "Gay as hell"

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

But now i'm back again, going hard as hell

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

High as hell but still the master of the mic

I got tha word as hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

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

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Heaven-sent, but look; i'm hot as hell & spitting arsenic

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I find it funny as hell his death was in a motor

I live in god's waiting room, depressing as hell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

I'm hot as hell, don i'll give you pac and l

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell