This is a song about "Turning spence gay"

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Little gay looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

So dunn stay silent

But the cogs are turning, and

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Turning into a professional,

Turning up to that wale

And i'm raw, fish scale

Little gay looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I'm going insane, ever since yesterday my stomach has been turning,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing