This is a song about "Gays"

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

But you never come when you period is five days

Your better than me what? "you gays"

Just know that i'm always

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase