This is a song about "Gay ass nigger"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Ruining your life just to pay for there gay ass program.

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play