This is a song about "Shane s gay"

S queezys very bold

Hand to hand in the cold

Until i started to lose my way

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Because what you spit is gay,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

My block, that's right! heh

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay lookin' boy

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less