This is a song about "Shooting gays"

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

Just know that i'm always

Your better than me what? "you gays"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

She'll watch any video, anything, she'll watch a video full of gays

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Right back to when gays were murdered

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

See money talk and these days