This is a song about "Bobby has gay tendencies"

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

She can't know where my mother stay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

That's the only way i know how to hold it down

Who will make a gay pay.

Got problems, what? i can't say

Bobby knight be coachin us

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

"you already wrote the gay song