This is a song about "Having gay sex"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

Because what you spit is gay,

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I want to fight the music on this one

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex