This is a song about "I m so gay"

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

So gay i can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

So gay i can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy

With my sexy ass erection, so m uch perfection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I"m the designated driver

And the food could have been finer