This is a song about "Bro gay"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

You're biting lyrics that's whacker than yours bro

Right with my bro sniper,

Run for cover and return fire

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Heh, if the autotune's gone

"you already wrote the gay song

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Oh i gotta face the day

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Its time for shit to change,word bro

I see'em grillin, i ate it though