This is a song about "Trusty is gay"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Little gay looking boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Rub my back, then let me lay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

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

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian