This is a song about "Being called gay"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

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

I was gonna write you a poem today

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

But more importantly taught me to pray

Cause you are the result of being inbred, its called incest,

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay-lookin boy

Because what you spit is gay,

And all of that was okay