This is a song about "Gays are bad"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

And that's jay line i had to quote that

You are bad why would you rap?

Slow and steady wins this race

Your better than me what? "you gays"