This is a song about "Gay pigeons"

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Night i need that she comin here right away

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Yeah ain't that what the song say

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Chill with my crew on blacc friday