This is a song about "Gay fag"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

I want to feel her in every way

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

"you already wrote the gay song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Because what you spit is gay,

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Together all the timethought it was true love