This is a song about "Davis is gay"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

She can't know where my mother stay

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

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

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Round my motherfuckin way