This is a song about "Jeffrey the gay ghost"

I'm the monster in the closet but i'm gay so i'm out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

And we don't know no right from wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

You shook my world and it felt apart

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I go to the bathroom and a ghost inhabits the mirror

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Fucking the real bitch, rhianna? beyonce? am i gay, fucking eminem?

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one