This is a song about "Gays should die"

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Wont quit bitch till gays cease to exist

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I mean gays are people too, they're just someone else,

Gays are just the same, man they sin like me and you,

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Well save it so long as that word ain't used for the gays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

All my niggas ride or die

Busting off, tryna touch the sky