This is a song about "I hate gay rights"

You feel it from your head to your toes

I'm not gay, cuz you know i pimp hoes

Where you welcome to problems

I hate your fucking guts.

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

See let me demonstrate

Its the things that i hate

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

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/