This is a song about "Turning spence gay"

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Bitches is artificially duck

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

I want to feel her in every way

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Because what you spit is gay,

Got problems, what? i can't say

When they posten bail

Turning up to that wale

What is society turning into?

Nigga there's nothin' left of you