This is a song about "Gay men loving"

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

They fucking me and loving me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Loving you is clouding my head

And put it together

Loving you is my pleasure

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,