This is a song about "Dawson being gay"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Who will make a gay pay.

Hit it or four play

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Those faggots won the gay off

If you out there let me hear you say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Little gay-lookin boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay looking boy

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

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Few chips, i get out n' spray