This is a song about "Gay club"

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

She was the queen of the club

Well, um, there's a but

Same shit you said yesterday

Because what you spit is gay,

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

In a strip club getting a lap dance

She was the queen of the club

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Look, by the end of this song

Blew up the club i'm gone

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,