This is a song about "Gay thugs in love"

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You in love with christine

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover