[Verse 1]
To all my worst enemies, take that sh*t and bag it
I’m f*cking tired of these closeted n*ggas, calling me a faggot
I mean I’m not gay but my boyfriend is
b*tches actin surprised like we havin a pop quiz
I hate my relationship with my dad, that sh*t is kinda faulty
Whenever I say “I ain’t got a dad.” he wanna act all salty
He rarely paying child support not even one f*cking cent
That n*gga owes me like twelve Christmas and birthday presents
At first I was straight and now I’m gay sh*t don’t make no sense
Is he straight or gay, I’m gay don’t tell pence
I felt like R. Kelly, trapped inside the closet
Writing all these songs to cure boredom, now I’m making a deposit
f*ck…f*ck… f*ck
[Hook]
You broke my heart last week
You broke my heart last week, and it f*cking hurt
You broke my heart last week
But i still got your shirt