This is a song about "Not liking gays"

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

At an extremly alarming rate

Well save it so long as that word ain't used for the gays

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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,

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays