This is a song about "Davids gay"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

For a perfect mother’s day

Because what you spit is gay,

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

And all of that was okay

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

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

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay