This is a song about "Gay bars"

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Because what you spit is gay,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

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

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

So she kisses the stars

I be spittin the bars,

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

Not to mention wale is on the way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay