This is a song about "Pot is gay"

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

Reading shit my critics say

Because what you spit is gay,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?