This is a song about "Daylins gay"

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Those faggots won the gay off

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

And let the beat play

Who will make a gay pay.

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

For a perfect mother’s day

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

Because what you spit is gay,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday