This is a song about "I dont support gays"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

And i dont give a fuck

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

I can teach you all the sounds of love

And i dont even wanna discuss

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.

It's a discussion board, not concussion support

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays