This is a song about "Gay faggots"

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

We at the top where we belong

"you already wrote the gay song

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay-lookin boy

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Top ranked, number one my son