This is a song about "David being gay"

And i can't help but stare, cause

Those faggots won the gay off

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I can't keep running away

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

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

Little gay lookin' boy

Tell me how can we live this way

Who will make a gay pay.