This is a song about "Dallas cowboys are gay"

Little gay looking boy

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Marshall, come on we'll watch the game, it's the cowboys and buccaneers

Who will make a gay pay.

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Rub my back, then let me lay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

If i can leave this place, and just get away