This is a song about "Gay boy kevin"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Those faggots won the gay off

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Little gay lookin' boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card