This is a song about "Gay butt stuff"

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

But more importantly taught me to pray

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

I make forty-some dollars a day

Because what you spit is gay,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Pocket racked up all big faces

I'm hooked on that good stuff