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

A tortured soul i used to be

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I used to be sick of the scrutiny/

Third ward general, young cash money

By her side, like it used to be

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

That match used to be a lash,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I used to beat up people who just couldn't leave me be

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I am a broken fragment if who i used to be.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free