This is a song about "Turning spence gay"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Watch them get they monica on all day

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

But keep them cigarettes away

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

With a honey in the middle

Turning into a professional,