This is a song about "Ur gay bro"

From ur head n' ur mind,

To my unborn child

Little gay lookin' boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Little gay looking boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The sun gives light cause it is the window

You're biting lyrics that's whacker than yours bro

Because what you spit is gay,

But i - somehow, some way

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro