This is a song about "Abel ur gay"

Looking so damn right you're wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She will never get by, no how no way

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay looking boy

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay