This is a song about "Grant gay"

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

But i - somehow, some way

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Little gay-lookin boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

"you already wrote the gay song

I walked up and asked what's wrong

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

Shit i support gays, but don't come to me tryna make me gay,"

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say