This is a song about "Homos"

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Hopefully you lil' homos get over your fears and phobias

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

You other rappers just homos, i’ve been trying to live life on that low low