This is a song about "Brad gay"

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Who will make a gay pay.

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Little gay-lookin boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

She got grove st. on replay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

And last but not least please don't tell no one

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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