This is a song about "Brennen being gay"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Call yourself yung jay cos you're new you're gay

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

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

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

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

Tats out and my hair long

"you already wrote the gay song

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Who will make a gay pay.

When we fuck she say

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

Little gay looking boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy