This is a song about "Gay cards"

Take my moms, move away

Because what you spit is gay,

Ads played through him like cards in a deck

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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

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

You haters put up your guards

// [you can hold all the cards]

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

Little gay lookin' boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy