This is a song about "Violence against gays"

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Full of dead gays, would be an upgrade

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

I am the gays who say that straights can straight blow them