This is a song about "Gay ghost"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've lost this game and it's haunting me like a ghost

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

All up under the covers day

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Because what you spit is gay,

Go play with your sex toy

Little gay lookin' boy

Kill this faggot dahm then shoot at his ghost

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

This is hip hop for today