This is a song about "Gay gabr"

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay lookin' boy

Because what you spit is gay,

I need money in a major way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Then some lady named billie holiday

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Underrated some would say

Who will make a gay pay.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

Hope my city is not too far

O conquered coke hits in his gay car