This is a song about "Gay blacks"

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay looking boy

Speed up, patience, please cause

Those faggots won the gay off

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

"you already wrote the gay song

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day