This is a song about "I used to be gay"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

By her side, like it used to be

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I used to be jigga but

What a mess! but we clean in the club

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I used to be a fan who yelled for slim shady

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

A tortured soul i used to be

Cret i remember when i used to be a reject

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft