This is a song about "Turning spence gay"

Take my moms, move away

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay looking boy

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Turning into a professional,

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Tell me how can we live this way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey