This is a song about "Gay things"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay-lookin boy

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

And talking shit we gon' party all day

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

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

Because what you spit is gay,

Sign on my dick that say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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