This is a song about "Killing gays"

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I mean gays are people too, they're just someone else,

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Gays are just the same, man they sin like me and you,

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

Right back to when gays were murdered

30 chains on, bet the light work