This is a song about "Gay song"

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Instead of singin' the same song

I get slight work like big sean

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Because what you spit is gay,

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

"you already wrote the gay song

We at the top where we belong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

Can barely finish a song