This is a song about "Gay cards"

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Ambition is definitely on the way

I got these tats all on my arms

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

I played the cards that you dealt me

I’m tryna be low key

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Little gay looking boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Ads played through him like cards in a deck