This is a song about "The gays"

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Haven't seen a girl in so long

A whole diss on gays and what they do wrong

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Your better than me what? "you gays"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles