This is a song about "Jack is gay and he is a stripper and he likes dick in his arse"

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Till he's had a girl he can say is truly his,

N one's buddy he is a killer and grim he won't blink n would fuck u di-rect

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

The lyrics that he said in jest, his head is vexed/

And again he is back at the beginning.

And getting money is the song i sing