This is a song about "Blakes gay"

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

Little gay lookin' boy

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

Got problems, what? i can't say

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

Back in the motherfuckin bay

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss