This is a song about "Harrison loves bass guitars and he is gay"

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

So much class, double d’s and ass

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/