This is a song about "Gay fag"

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

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

"you already wrote the gay song

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Every fag is on the hit list

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Because what you spit is gay,

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

This that black elohim anunnaki rap