This is a song about "Your songs are gay"

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And talking shit we gon' party all day

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

I know you're mad, but so what

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Your songs are so fuckin lame

And my niggas all the same