This is a song about "Pedro s gay"

But i ain't get to see you today

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Because what you spit is gay,

After that, she say