This is a song about "Gay prostitutes"

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Those faggots won the gay off

Please hold your applause

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Night i need that she comin here right away

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

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

Little gay lookin' boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

"you already wrote the gay song