This is a song about "Robert s gay"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

Then some lady named billie holiday

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Magic city tipping them

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

"you already wrote the gay song

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,