This is a song about "Gay men loving"

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

So close i could give flip a play

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

They'll never become better men

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Are you comingto the point that your running

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

My shit, i know u loving

Man, straight and no fucking

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Chill with my crew on blacc friday