This is a song about "Gay gabr"

Little gay lookin' boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

I walked up and asked what's wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

You know we kick it like everyday

Because what you spit is gay,

Rub my back, then let me lay

Little gay looking boy

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

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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