This is a song about "How gay you are"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.