Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
Why my life depend on what i'mma do today
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap
You ain't gay, yo a lesbian
I just blame it on a man named reagan
You just can't beat me dude,
Pockets probably like fried food
Now you's a sick lil dude
I’m saving major loot
Little gay-lookin boy
Im eating you alive like chips ahoy
You should be with some other dude
So i banged for a minute
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