This is a song about "You calling me gay and i m tired of it"

You was tired of the cursing

How they say that we not working

Ain't no cock, so stop calling me that, you useless peace of chalk

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

If you're tired of it then tell em you can't have it then

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

And if you tired of this beef ill show you to the doors

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Don't let your demons keep you from dreamin and find your calling