This is a song about "Gay bastard"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

So they taught me to spray

Compare me too that bastard pot head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

That's why i shine like i does

Not a bastard but inglorious

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

Wonder where i went wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

Bastard who seems like a

Who knows what the