This is a song about "We are all not gay i am sorry you are sorry we are all straight"

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Oh im sorry did i hurt you? cause my rhymes are so sharp

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And realize the problems we face are all related

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

That we are not a lone

On my way back home

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

You think you are all smart,

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those