This is a song about "Brandon s gay"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Little gay looking boy

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

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

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She say she fucking with me the long way