This is a song about "Gay chickens"

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Little gay-lookin boy

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

All you need is your passport

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Because what you spit is gay,

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay looking boy