This is a song about "Fred is gay"

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Anyone who was hated on by fred phelps

P-funk got it pumpin, he had the connects

No one knows what to say

Because what you spit is gay,

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Night i need that she comin here right away

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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