This is a song about "Drake is gay"

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Young money like drake and nicki

Because what you spit is gay,

So close i could give flip a play

What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

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