This is a song about "Nate gay"

"you already wrote the gay song

Everyday a star is born

Who will make a gay pay.

Take my moms, move away

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

Give me dome, then let me skate

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill