This is a song about "Clay is gay"

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

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

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

No clay female rappers in this game

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

And it begins to phase him more each day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

Because what you spit is gay,

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy