This is a song about "Gay fights"

Little gay lookin' boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Her heart fights it but her pussy obsessed

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Do it, okay, okay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Fights break out because of the little things

I think it's more racist than ratings