This is a song about "Gay black dick"

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Because what you spit is gay,

If you didn't know i feel this way

Then some lady named billie holiday

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We kung-fu that jack black/

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Little gay looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy