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

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I remember back when i used to be the person to stay silent in the hallways

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Once, i used to be granted patience and imagination,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

You'd think she'd be used to it, her nephew used to bang too, he who was i came up thru

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I used to be a loner, known for not talkin and shyness

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Cret i remember when i used to be a reject

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,