This is a song about "Fred is gay"

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Murdered every bod from my squad

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

You make a nigga's night turn day

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

But i think i like that, just maybe

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

But i ain't get to see you today