This is a song about "Gay babies"

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Handicapping amass babies

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

When she sees me she might have babies

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

But keep them cigarettes away

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

You make a nigga's night turn day