This is a song about "Lesbian seagulls"

I try to be the guy, you think about

"oh man! lesbian lyrics? that's so played out

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Niggas actin' so tough, swear they lesbian,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

So keep fronting till my peeps come

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian