This is a song about "I m better than you and your gay"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

I mock your skills and make it better than you could imagine it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Bitch, they call it motor city

Thinking your better than what i see,

Still better than you and i'm barely devoted/

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I go harder than a gay man when he masterbates

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

You kiss that amethyst, and bet it's getting no better than this,

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

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