This is a song about "Bradley is gay"

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

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

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

She will never get by, no how no way

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Milton bradley monopoly keep your pieces copped

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Same shit you said yesterday