This is a song about "Gays are the same"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

But i know really ya'll are just exactly the same

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

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

My lady, my baby

Non are in the same class as me

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

If he on the same street as me greetings you are the chosen one..

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

I delete they history

Non are in the same class as me

You think you sound the same?

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

But those same people are following trends, so what's the difference?